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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=449947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The Garret</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Four little chests all in a row,<br>Dim with dust, and worn by time,<br>All fashioned and filled, long ago,<br>By children now in their prime.<br>Four little keys hung side by side,<br>With faded ribbons, brave and gay<br>When fastened there, with childish pride,<br>Long ago, on a rainy day.<br>Four little names, one on each lid,<br>Carved out by a boyish hand,<br>And underneath there lieth hid<br>Histories of the happy band<br>Once playing here, and pausing oft<br>To hear the sweet refrain,<br>That came and went on the roof aloft,<br>In the falling summer rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Meg' on the first lid, smooth and fair.<br>I look in with loving eyes,<br>For folded here, with well-known care,<br>A goodly gathering lies,<br>The record of a peaceful life--<br>Gifts to gentle child and girl,<br>A bridal gown, lines to a wife,<br>A tiny shoe, a baby curl.<br>No toys in this first chest remain,<br>For all are carried away,<br>In their old age, to join again<br>In another small Meg's play.<br>Ah, happy mother! Well I know<br>You hear, like a sweet refrain,<br>Lullabies ever soft and low<br>In the falling summer rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Jo' on the next lid, scratched and worn,<br>And within a motley store<br>Of headless dolls, of schoolbooks torn,<br>Birds and beasts that speak no more,<br>Spoils brought home from the fairy ground<br>Only trod by youthful feet,<br>Dreams of a future never found,<br>Memories of a past still sweet,<br>Half-writ poems, stories wild,<br>April letters, warm and cold,<br>Diaries of a wilful child,<br>Hints of a woman early old,<br>A woman in a lonely home,<br>Hearing, like a sad refrain--<br>'Be worthy, love, and love will come,'<br>In the falling summer rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Beth! the dust is always swept<br>From the lid that bears your name,<br>As if by loving eyes that wept,<br>By careful hands that often came.<br>Death canonized for us one saint,<br>Ever less human than divine,<br>And still we lay, with tender plaint,<br>Relics in this household shrine--<br>The silver bell, so seldom rung,<br>The little cap which last she wore,<br>The fair, dead Catherine that hung<br>By angels borne above her door.<br>The songs she sang, without lament,<br>In her prison-house of pain,<br>Forever are they sweetly blent<br>With the falling summer rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon the last lid's polished field--<br>Legend now both fair and true<br>A gallant knight bears on his shield,<br>'Amy' in letters gold and blue.<br>Within lie snoods that bound her hair,<br>Slippers that have danced their last,<br>Faded flowers laid by with care,<br>Fans whose airy toils are past,<br>Gay valentines, all ardent flames,<br>Trifles that have borne their part<br>In girlish hopes and fears and shames,<br>The record of a maiden heart<br>Now learning fairer, truer spells,<br>Hearing, like a blithe refrain,<br>The silver sound of bridal bells<br>In the falling summer rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Four little chests all in a row,<br>Dim with dust, and worn by time,<br>Four women, taught by weal and woe<br>To love and labor in their prime.<br>Four sisters, parted for an hour,<br>None lost, one only gone before,<br>Made by love's immortal power,<br>Nearest and dearest evermore.<br>Oh, when these hidden stores of ours<br>Lie open to the Father's sight,<br>May they be rich in golden hours,<br>Deeds that show fairer for the light,<br>Lives whose brave music long shall ring,<br>Like a spirit-stirring strain,<br>Souls that shall gladly soar and sing<br>In the long sunshine after rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Louisa+May+Alcott">Louisa May Alcott</a><div class=q>
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With faded ribbons, brave and gay
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